Last Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

timing is everything
time now to say it,
had 11, 77, and 175
had what you had,
been shown what you saw,
heard what you heard,
told what you told,
they'd have done
what you did

still, no matter
self-destiny is
inherent in us all,
most apparent in you,
oblivion faced with fear,
but still faced...eyes open,
outshines dark hatred.

10 after still brings
deep sorrow and pride

© Goode Guy 2011-09-05

I had two nephews you know I loved them of course but they life was gone two cruel men made that choice I used to have them with me yea I remember all the time fatman holding on to my leg and lil randy would be right behind I saw them grow as they should become fine young men but neither one of them would hold that diploma two cruel young men would change that plan fatman went to this party I remember he said aunt I don't want to go you know they say follow your first mind too late the friends was knocking at the door he was heading out the door while putting on his shoes didn't even give a hug but called back and said you know I love you so they inside this party just don't understand a man shoot my nephew in the back because he was taking up for a person he called his friend so even when you thought u couldn't take no more my second one died on the first one birthday which is july 4th now I'm saying why is all this happening to me then I get a phone call a drunk driver hit lil randy and left him for dead on the scene so I never saw them walk across that stage god has been there for me but man both of my nephews gone neither live to c 17

When I was awakened
on that Mother's Day night
to hear you were missing
I began praying you'd be alright

As I drove to the Lake
In the dark, alone and fast
I prayed you'd be safe
and be found at last

But as minutes turned into hours
and the day slowly went by
Our hopes and faith began to weaken
we were afraid. We didn't want you to die

Searchers and dogs had found
at the bottom of the lake your boat
Divers were called in, markers
and buoys were set afloat

Divers went down in pairs
to look for you
Now coming towards us
Oh God, No! please don't let it be true

It seems our 16 hours
of standing on shore
was coming to an end
Only there was so much more

We would all have to learn to live
without you here
without your laugh, smile and your love
without you always being near

Its been two months now
I have good moments and bad
I love you and miss you so much
the best brother I ever had

Oh Sister, since our parting’s almost near
Please lend your ear, time has come.
We may not meet again, it’s what I fear,
So you decreed in bitter anguish, so unwise.
Not knowing it you’ve cut the ties of Love
That generations past have built in tireless strife.
So for the good I’ve ever done in life
I ask for your forgiveness, be so kind!

Oh Sister, haven’t seen and heard you much
Through all these years it has been so hard.
You stayed aloof, so hot, in hateful pride,
My son’s a grown up man you wouldn’t recognize.
You’ve never tried to bridge the gap you dug,
And left me gaping, wandering in the dark.
So for the good I’ve ever done in life
I ask for your forgiveness, be so kind!

You’ve never even once looked our way
Since choice I’ve made for only Goodness’ sake.
It’s all I’ll boast about what I've done if asked
In your good favor, on your own behalf.
It’s all on what I’ll take my pride, it's credit won,
Enough to face my God when I’m no more, I die.
So for the good I’ve ever done in life
I ask for your forgiveness, be so kind!

the polish girl,
on a fantasia of chopin,
she walks,
in a street of warsaw..
street..
full of shades and mysteries.
so set fair was the weather,
summer 39..
the polish girl,
stowaway born in my imaginary,
your golden blond hair,
streaming in the breeze..
and the unsettled grey blue
of your eyes..
the polish girl,
on a forgotten mazurka,
walks on a street of warsaw..
street..
full of trees and nonchalence.
so set fair was the weather,
summer 39..
o beloved,
I never met you,
in a street of warsaw,
prag or berlin..
but engraved,
the oval of your face,
in my memory..
you,the polish girl,
gentle and slender..
I listen a funny tune,
running in your head,
when dreaming in a street of warsaw.
pure skies of mazuria..
child of sun the proud wheat,
attentive.. a raven..
so set fair was the weather,
summer 39..
my polish girl,
for ever vanished your step,
in a street of warsaw..

A PROCLAIMED PROMISE AS PROSCRIBED

Surely there must be music…………………………..
Hymnals heard to echo from walls leafed by genuine gold
As they cometh into His arms for to enfold
“Behold,” says he to a heart whose ease is now portended as being peaceful at last
“My children this is your new hearth, your sanctuary, your reward for a righteous past”
Hush now
The sacrosanct souls heard through their ears your names being sung by a choir of heroes in harmony heard
……..with God’s blessing and baptizing every beautiful word
And there set before you all is the promised table at which you all now sit in a most prominent and well deserved place
And then the latest arrival, this sanctified soul must soulfully lead us in saying “Grace”
There to dine on delights deemed by the heart of Jesus for His beloved ones
All his devoutly devoted daughters and all his sacred sons

So sit do they now at the right hand of reverence
For this lovely woman’s deliverance
Welcomed warmly by those she knew and those she never knew before
Urged with genuine congeniality through the Lord’s front door
“this is your new home with loved ones and the ones so soon to love”

your covenant is now considered complete, having duly been signed by you and the one high above
For they have arrived in a place privy only to the pious who have all paid their due
A place where aged wrinkles bring flesh soft as silk anew
A place sanctified by songs of gospel and glory combined
Heavenly sounds created by the hands and hearts of masters defined
……………………there
She is finally there
And surely majestic music is heralded and heard there…………………..
There simply must be music
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

a long racked brain night,
desirless for the skeleton
lying in my devastated bed,
feeling alone like a fish..
white page and absaint biterness
in mouth..
sash window open on the silence,
air,like a razor blade,cutting..
a perceptible life's rotten smell..
o bloody green lady..
every night a night..
jim my only friend,
go back to your damn paris'grave year..
free me,with your smoky inspire'
futility of bones fire..
shake my hand mister lamor..
you're only a dissected adventure,
hamburger in the gutter..
a night,a dismantled night.
the devil pushed my door..
every night a night....

We stand here alone,
the road is so far as we drift upon and wonder
where it will take us to.

When times seem so hard,
and no other person is even near we often
think if it is a good bye.

Some come and go as,
far as they can walk until they reach their
destiny of being not too far.

People never want to hear goodbye
with welcoming hands they say hello.
Why is it easy to come but never
~~ to go ~~
JUST NEVER SAY GOOD BYE
FOR--EVER....
©breathless22

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Down the highway she was speeding
Like a demon bound for hell
Kids are waiting, have to cook tea
Hurry home to be with them

Faster, faster, push the limit
Shave a minute here and there
Overtake in the last second
I'm sure I'll make it past there

Kids are grieving round the grave site
Lost their mother much too young
Can't understand why it happened
Why their mummy's not coming home

Down the highway she still speeds
Now she's really bound for hell
All the heartache and the anguish
Left behind for all to bear

Blackened waters where you rest
no more treasures pain inside your chest
weeping waves will wither your name
drink you silent within your grave

Your lips veiled mute to breathe his name
words unspoken kissed afar
secrets soothe beneath the mighty cover
Your lids sealed blind to see your lover

Darken hollows replete your dreams
your wine and rouge twines-in every streams
scathing deep betray your mourn in its song
immortal tender embrace where finally lasts to belong

Caress seductive curls in your hair
bleach every names from his avid tongues
loves you cruelly within every craving wave
berths you faithfully to down in his grave

Blackened depths where you rest
oblivion will thaw her name in your chest
stormy desires vows your name
wraps you beautifully in its crave
bleed you silent out-over my grave